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dumb bastard's busted a couple of his fingers on that
car hood. Okay, I'm going on over there. Tell Priss to
give Ernie one of those Valiums, tell him to go to bed.
Next time I tell him, and some others, too, there's a
serious problem in this town, I want them to think about
tonight. Because something's going on, and I don't care
if you think I'm nuts or not. I'm right." The old doctor
stooped with a grunt to pick up his bag.
chapter 44
No sirens had reached the shoulder of the highway
where Judith Haig sat knitting in one of the plasticcovered
green plaid chairs that belonged to her
husband's family room furniture. On the rug around her,
scraps of yarn lay in piles of different colors. It was late;
Joe MacDermott hadn't driven her home until his TV
show was over.
Sarah and she had done the dishes together, then
Judith had read to Francis, quietest of the MacDermott
sons. He had wanted to sit on her lap until his mother
explained that he was too heavy and Aunt Judith wasn't
well. Mrs. Haig had been relieved. The boy's large,